Not that he was about to tell her that. It was too much fun being convinced. As he sorted through the mail, he wondered if the convincing was going to...include his getting laid tonight. With both of their schedules, Jennifer was a nurse and worked worse hours than he did, they hadn't had sex in two weeks."Martin, can you give me a hand?" Jennifer called out from the kitchen.Ever the dutiful husband, Martin put down the mail and headed for the kitchen to do just that.Entering the small kitchen,. He wondered how he must look to her? Never realistically having been even "handsome" in his youth, his skin was old and sagging in places now - all the wrong places at that!Beneath his eyes, his jowls, around his considerably expanded and flabby waistline, even the tops of his gnarled old hands were wrinkly, the veins standing out like speed-humps gone feral. Liver-spots were starting to make their presence known and to describe his hairline as receding, would not begin to recount the cranial. I had never had the need to hear love making words before, but the encouragement made me even hotter with desire for her. “I can feel your cock open up the insides of my pussy,” she began. “When your cock pulls out, your head touches my clit and sends shivers all over my body.” She moaned loudly while saying “Fuck me harder lover, yes, yes that’s it. Thrust in all the way.” I pushed her up against the wall behind us, picked up one of her legs and wrapped it around my waist to give me more. .. uh... told me that she's been having... discharge lately. From her... from her vagina." Really?" Yeah. And we use the same bathroom. Do you think that maybe I could've got this... you know, from the toilet seat or something?"Jim looked at him pointedly. "Did you have sex with her on the toilet seat?" he asked."No!" the man yelled. "I told you, I don't fool around!" Well you couldn't have got it from there then," Jim informed him. He went back to his paperwork and had most of it finished by.